AN- This is a very long story, and may take a while before next update as I am still working out the kinks. Now the only critiques I want are about LoZ FAQs, this story is all about Lina in LoZ universe, and I am bad at grammar so please ignore that, if you see any problems with the grammar blame my editor, in which case I am going to have to hit him for slacking.

Disclaimer- I own nothing having to do with Legend of Zelda OoT, any and all references belong to Nintendo. I do lay claim for Lina and Izic and any other unfamiliar characters in the Zelda-verse.

The Fourth Piece

Chapter 1

It seems like an eternity since I ever felt like this. I feel like I am useful, wanted, even cared for? I shake my head at this thought. I can never feel cared for. No one cares for someone like me. From my slightly tanned skin but not enough to be considered anything more, to my long Hylian like ears, and finally to my bright green eyes that are not apart of any race in Hyrule.

I look around the town. Castle Town is a wonderful place, everyone continues on with their duties. It really does not seem like there is a war outside the towering stone walls that shield this place from its horrors. Since I know with all the guards around this area is safe I continue my patrol elsewhere.

Silence leads me to our one treasure. I sigh looking at the Temple. It is gorgeous, towering almost as high as the castle, this place seems untouched by Hylian hands, like it has been here when the Goddess's made the world. My trained eyes check every shadow and corner as I walk up the stone steps to the Temple doors. Nothing is out of the ordinary.

I enter quietly as any trained thief can. There are no monks, but the place is spotless and the sounds of chorus reverberate throughout the large building, making you wonder where they are coming from, for they seem to be coming from every direction at once. The endless ceiling makes me a little uncomfortable, as I can not see far passed ten feet. I feel exposed or watched.

I shrug the feeling and approach the Alter at the end of the lush red carpet. A slab of marble, beautifully polished catches my eye, carved Hylian text that seem ancient to me though I know it is not as old as the land.

"To be one with the Goddesses, one must first be blinded by power and can never see dark again. One must be pure of the finest or deadly as sin as is the Goddesses' design. One must enter the old and new as was meant to be. These are their words." I whisper the words to myself as I scan the stone. From what I can gather it means, to have their power one must have been carved from their design to do some sort of task, and to not confuse the past and present or future while on their trials.

I chuckle to myself. Not like I must worry over such a task as a Goddesses' trial. A non Gerudo has no business near the light of their power.

Seeing nothing wrong I continue my patrol and leave the place as I left it. It most likely not healthy for me to see myself as I do, but I don't know anything else. Where is the proof that I am anything more? All my life I have never been considered anything, so why should I be any different to think so?

The best I can do is help as much as I can for what I do believe in. I will help the ruler of Hyrule as much as I can, and help to defeat Gannondorf, I don't want to be under a mad man's rule. It is not as if I am the only one who thinks so. I will protect the Goddess's land as much as I can, but I know my limits. I will most likely die before this war is over.

I accept that, as long as it is within battle I will have no regrets. I have no one to care about and no one to care about me. So there is nothing to lose.

For some odd reason I feel the thought make me sad, when I have not felt anything other than coldness for so long. I quickly shove the feelings down and look at my surroundings. I have wandered into the poor district and the sun is about to set. The night is when I really am supposed to start my shift. However I have nothing better to do so I just work all day with only a minor pay in return. Not like I have any use for money, what do I need that the army can not provide?

Feeling I would need someone to watch my back as the suns' decent dims the light around me, I place my fingers to my lips and let out a shrill whistle. In moments I hear clumsy bounding and a return deep bark. Turning in the direction of the sound I see the huge dog I had summoned running happily to me. He easily meets my shoulders on all fours, his black fur almost disappearing in the shadows, and his tongue lulled out in greeting.

"Come on Wolfo, let's get to work." he barks in reply and falls in step beside me. Not much for conversation but perfect for a companion, he almost the only thing close enough to make me feel cared for…

Just an hour after the sun had finally set and the wolf made its routine night call, I got a dull feeling in my gut. It was not pleasant, but only dull so I kept my guard up. A few minuets go by and the feeling had intensified dramatically. I start looking for what made me feel so uneasy, my dog unusually quiet as he followed, sniffing the ground occasionally but finding nothing. Finally I could not stand it, it felt like I was about to be pounced on by some prowling predator and it will be too late before I notice where or what it is.

I go up to a passing guard and stop him. "Have you noticed anything strange?" I ask him. The guard glares at me.

"Should I have?" he asked a snide note in his tone. I glare back and walk away shaking my head. What did I expect? I am accepted no where, it has been that way for years, so why should I be so surprised now?

The feeling was making me even more irritable, the run in with the guard just making the night worse. I am just about to panic when I hear something move behind me. I turn quickly unsheathing my sword and point it to shadows.

I would have turned away however Wolfo was focused on the sight his teeth bared but still quiet as though afraid to make a noise. I growl for him and keep my sword out in front of me as I try to light a match. I ignite the stick off the stone wall and a form was revealed from the light, however it did not seem any different than the shadows themselves.

I gasp dropping the flame and attacking this new creature. It dodged easily a bone chilling laugh sounded from the creature as it attacked me with a blade that did not have any definition just like the wielder. I block the blow only to feel the strength packed behind the swing, making my muscles protest the pressure. I shove the attacker off and swing my sword to decapitate it. The head comes off easily and the creature disappears in a cloud of back mist.

I turn hearing screams throughout the town and gasp to see in my small battle these creatures were all over the town by the hundreds. I could see fires being started and I go to those first destroying the perpetrators before they had a chance to notice I was there. I quickly douse the flames and cry out as something pierced my right shoulder.

I turn to meet a black fist that knocks me ten feet back. I groan as I try to get up and get my bearings back. I feel steal on my neck and wish I didn't lose my sword.

I throw the sword away with my right gauntlet, ignoring the searing pain down my arm, and use my other hand to brace myself as I swung my legs around swiftly knocking the shadow thing off its feet. I roll away toward my sword and grab it quickly. I sense something behind me and back flip over another shadow that joined the fight using my sword to defend myself as I arial over and land thrusting through the shadow's chest.

A blood curdling cry rapt from the creature just before it was gone in a burst of shadow. I quickly turn my attention to the other one and find I am surrounded. I curse myself seeing the mass expansive of the situation. I huff holding my sword out ready to defend myself to whoever came first.

They all come at once making me sweat; this is the death I did want. I prepare myself for the amount of pain I will receive when a hiss drew my attention down. There was a bomb at my feet, the wick quickly being consumed by the sparkling flame. Before I could even think about it someone grabbed me and I was flying? Who ever grabbed me had swung down from the roof and swinging across with me in tow.

I look down and see all the shadows go up in flames in a mass explosion of darkness, a sound like thunder erupting from the sight. I smirk at the poor fools. I am quickly set down and I find myself in a new situation that I do not like any better than the army of shadows. Three moblins stood in front of me, all of which are prepared to attack. I hear a sword unsheathe from next to me and look. It was a man wearing a green tunic and a strange hat to match. He was quite the sight to behold…

I shake myself, there is no time to gawk! I stand in a fighting stance and gather energy for a special attack. The man charges forward his shield forward on his right side, his sword raised for attack. Two of the Moblins attack him while the last one focuses on me. I have gathered enough energy and charge using my stealth and agility to surprise the overlarge pig.

I crouch quickly avoiding a swing from its spear and lung upward swinging down on its head holding my sword with my right hand while the left grabs his spear to stop him from retaliating, my shoulder bleeding profusely from the effort. I feel a pulse of power form my left arm as the ground explodes upwards from underneath the monster forcing my sword to go deeper than intended. Blood explodes from the creature staining my skin and clothes a sickening green.

I land away from the creature and look around to make sure everything is fine. I cringe when I find there is no danger and my wounds cry out in anger at not being treated. I assess them as I try to get back up. My shoulder is the worse. I also have a bruised eye and a sliced hand. My gauntlets only cover the top of my hand and wrist and a little bit of my arms. Underneath the hand though is only protected by a small layer of fabric.

"You need help?" I look at my savior and take the time to get a good look at him while accepting his hand with my good one. He looks very familiar to me. Besides the tunic and hat he also sported a white undershirt and leggings with brown leather boots, gloves, belt, and sheath strap.

His stunning blue eyes seemed endless and small strands of golden hair framed his fine face quite charming for any straight woman. My wounds remind me they still need treating forcing me to grunt in pain. The man holds me up asking if I needed anything. I nod trying to smirk through my pain, however convincing it might be. "Bandages would be nice." He nods bringing my arm around his neck holding it with his left hand while his right supported my waist.

I usually don't like being so close to others or being touched, but something made me feel safe around him, like we did this sort of thing all the time, when I never seen him a day in my life.

We make it back to the barracks, and I am immediately sickened by what I see. The place was filled with wounded solders and civilians. Nurses were very limited and hurrying from one patient to the next. Link grabbed one of them and she handed him a bunch of bandages quickly moving on to a more sever wounded person.

He sighed setting me down carefully on a bench. "Are you alright with me treating you, or do you think you can do it yourself?" I raise a brow at him and see a small pink tint on his cheeks making me want to giggle. Instead I smirk.

"You think you can handle a body like mine?" The little pink tint burst to a bright red making me laugh. "I'm kidding I think I can handle it on my own thank you." I take the bandages from him and he wanders off I guess to lend a hand to the nurses. As I am treating my shoulder I notice I have a big smile on my face. Why am I smiling?

I roll my eyes at myself and I strip my purple tunic off, not caring if my bonded breasts were exposed for everyone to see. Not like anyone would find me that attractive anyway. I clean the cut thoroughly trying to make sure there is no Moblin blood in it. Satisfied with the color being red I wrap the shoulder with practiced ease. I put my torn shirt down, deciding to mend it later, and treat my hand. I take off my gauntlet to see a gash that starts from my wrist and makes its way all the way up to my power ring. It is a simple gold band with an emerald on it, how I can use the Earth Strike attack, something I save for emergencies as it does drain me considerably.

The cut looked worse than it was, so did not take much cleaning. I wrap my hand tightly when my "Hero" returns with a slab of steak in his hand. "Figured you would like something for your eye." he said his brief moment of embarrassment forgotten. I smile in thanks and slap the cold meat on my face where it hurts the most.

"I would say I was lucky, not many injuries. Is there any more out there?" He shook his head.

"The Moblins were what was brining them here. Once they were defeated the other things disappeared." I nod feeling a little bit of satisfaction about helping stop the siege.

"That is good. Thank you for helping me by the way. I was sure I was going to die." he smiled.

"It was nothing really. You did really good out there" I hold back a blush and manage to smirk.

"Not much of a fighter if I can't keep myself alive." I sigh and switch sides of the steak. "I am glad I could help though."

"You did more than help, if you didn't help me I would have been in big trouble. Three moblins is way more than enough for anyone." I chuckle. "I'm Link by the way, what's your name?"

I frown slightly and look away. "It's not important."

"You're a person, so you must be important." he says and I let a harsh laugh escape me.

"I'm no one." I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see him frowning.

"How can you say that about yourself?" I sigh and get up grabbing my ruined tunic and throwing it over my good shoulder.

"I have no experience to say otherwise. It was nice meeting you." with that I walk out of the barracks and head for the inn, as soon as I walk out the door I conceal myself within the shadows only a fraction before Link runs out looking for me apparently. He is only inches from me yet he can not see me here.

He looks around for me a little longer before he hangs his head and walks back into the barracks. I sigh allowing myself to be seen once more and continue towards the inn. It is better this way, I don't need to care about someone, I can afford no distraction on the battle field. As much as I would love a friend, I don't feel as I can afford another heart break.

I unlock my door and light a candle showing the simple bed with a chest at its end. A desk and chair in the far corner. I need nothing else. Throwing my tunic carelessly on the desk I fall on the mattress allowing sleep to take over me. However dark the nightmares will attack me, I will fight them with every fiber of my being.

AN- please comment, I update faster with reviews, gets my writing juices going.